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Evening Star by MHC aka Filigree (NC-17)
Fandom: FROM EROICA WITH LOVE
Pairing: Klaus/Dorian
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Filigree's Eroica Fiction
Why this must be read:
Klaus loses a bet to Dorian, and his payment is a night of swing dancing. Klaus. Swing dancing. I think that's all I have to say to convince you. There's also some nice tension between them that builds throughout the story to an fun an rather surprising conclusion.
Klaus couldn't think of any words safer than the truth. (He's going to find out, sooner or later. But not all the truth--not yet.) "I took dancing lessons, earlier this autumn."
Dorian stared at him, almost stumbling. "Major?"
Klaus retreated, as far as he was able, into whispered dignity. "So as to not embarrass myself, when I knew the wager was lost." He stifled a grin. "I am Eberbach. We do dance, occasionally. Had it been a New Year's Eve waltz in Wien or Berlin, I would have been prepared." (The swing-dance lessons were not as difficult as I thought they would be. Fun, actually.)
"Your Eberbach honour is sacred on this dance floor, Major." Dorian felt like he'd just received one of the Major's frequent physical slaps. (Damn your stiff-necked, stubborn principles. All this effort, and I thought you'd caved a little--and it's only to satisfy your pride! Let's see how well you can dance. Drop me, Klaus. Step on my toes. Fall on your wonderful ass. Let some embarrassment shake that perfect cold shell around your soul.)
Evening Star
Pairing: Klaus/Dorian
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Filigree's Eroica Fiction
Why this must be read:
Klaus loses a bet to Dorian, and his payment is a night of swing dancing. Klaus. Swing dancing. I think that's all I have to say to convince you. There's also some nice tension between them that builds throughout the story to an fun an rather surprising conclusion.
Klaus couldn't think of any words safer than the truth. (He's going to find out, sooner or later. But not all the truth--not yet.) "I took dancing lessons, earlier this autumn."
Dorian stared at him, almost stumbling. "Major?"
Klaus retreated, as far as he was able, into whispered dignity. "So as to not embarrass myself, when I knew the wager was lost." He stifled a grin. "I am Eberbach. We do dance, occasionally. Had it been a New Year's Eve waltz in Wien or Berlin, I would have been prepared." (The swing-dance lessons were not as difficult as I thought they would be. Fun, actually.)
"Your Eberbach honour is sacred on this dance floor, Major." Dorian felt like he'd just received one of the Major's frequent physical slaps. (Damn your stiff-necked, stubborn principles. All this effort, and I thought you'd caved a little--and it's only to satisfy your pride! Let's see how well you can dance. Drop me, Klaus. Step on my toes. Fall on your wonderful ass. Let some embarrassment shake that perfect cold shell around your soul.)
Evening Star